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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

One of the first things I did after returning from my
critique/brainstorming trip last weekend was get my hair cut. In the way that
usually happens, the beautician and I started chatting about jobs, families,
and all the other subjects that tend to crop up between women. She related the story of how
she and her husband married because the only way he could leave Vietnam with
her family was if they were married. But that was after she’d taken two weeks
to pray and consider carefully if she was making the right decision. Obviously
she had, as she told me they would soon be celebrating their 34th
anniversary.

Even before I started writing romances, I loved hearing
stories of how couples met. It’s one of my favorite past times.

The Craftsman and I met on a blind date.It is the one and only blind date I ever went
on.Less than three months later I found
myself engaged and married a short four months after that. I’ve never
considered myself the impulsive type but I took that leap of faith. I’ve never
regretted it. Well, maybe once or twice when tempers have flared, feelings have
been hurt or I’ve been exhausted after being up all night with a sick child –
just saying. :)

I’m so blessed to have a husband who believes in me,
supports and encourages me along this journey toward publication. This journey,
like a marriage, is not always smooth sailing. There have been detours, hurt
feelings and doubt when reading a rejection, the thrill and excitement of
winning a contest.

All of it, the marriage and the journey, have been worth
everything they have required.